Vendetta [on hold]

Chapter 1| Bride

I Got Caught.

My hands ache, my Makeup smeared and worst of all, ten or so faces look to me, as I sit handcuffed to the chair.

I begin hearing murmurs, as they wipe off and retouch the makeup. My eyes meet my mothers, a look of sadness, to Damien's... my- future Husband. A look of disappointment etched into place, I glance away from him. I am suddenly taken to the changing room and a new dressed is fitted on. 

Before I know it, the wedding takes place and I'm walked out hand in hand with my father. My steps falter and I hesitate but I'm practically dragged by him till we reach the alter.

"Do you Damien, take Verena to be your lawfully wedd-"

"It's vendetta"
I cut in, glaring to the man,
My father nudges me into silence, giving a warning look in the process. I zip my mouth shut.

**Clears his throat* awkwardly

"Uh- do you Damien take..V-vendetta to be your lawfully wedded wife" i watch his brows furrow and raise at the same time as he mumbles my name like it's some sort of-Deadly Disease.

"i do"

My eyes lower, holding thousands of silent prayers of sworn anger.  ready to fall at any given moment, words leave me soon enough with resentment. I blink back once the pré-nuptials have been performed.

My life is broken. I blink again and a stray tear threatens to fall, no one comes to hug me except Silvia, my young sister.

The after celebrations take place, everyone drinks and mingle together. I proceed to takeoff to the bathroom. No one catches a glimpse at me or cares for that matter. It's almost like I don't exist. perfect.
Just as I step into the bathroom, all plans go down the gutter when the sound of a gun shot fires through,

I lean my head against the door in anger and annoyance
"Who's that goddamn fucker ruining my moment" I murmur under my breath

Another shot fires through
"Fuck me."
"This mafia shit is getting out of hand."
My brows draw close to the expletives called from behind the door.

Suddenly my friend Rome bursts into the washroom, I gaze in surprise. Leaving me no time to register, I'm grabbed by his hand and he drags me out.

"We're under attack by the Russians"

He states lowly as I'm pulled into a hallway, away from the rest of the crowd. Screams erupt and my eyes widen slightly. He continues dragging me until Were in a room, I try to make out the room were in, the darkness surrounding us doesn't seem to help.

"Stay here, alright I'm coming back."

Before I can protest his gone.

I quickly lock the the door and wait silently.
My eyes eventually begin adjusting to the dark, and it's too late for that because I see a-
dead body. My breathing hitches, stepping away from it. I lean against the door as I listen to the never erupting cries and screams. I shut my eyes trying to gain a semblance of peace through this chaos. A long moment passes, until i begin hearing footsteps, multiple. The door I'm leaned against bangs hard and I'm quick on my feet.
leaning away, the door continues pounding, a collective amount of shouts are heard from the other side, I don't falter my movements, I accidentally step over a hand.

Crunch sounds*
"Oops" I murmur.

The shouts slowly die down, all silenced and my name is called out by a familiar voice. I don't waste time, swinging the door open.
Worried faces address me.

"The Russians caused a scene and attempted to shoot your father."

Words are blurted, and my mind darkens.
I'm enveloped into Rome's chest in an attempt to calm me down, I don't bother looking up.
"Don't worry we shot at them."
His statement eases me slightly, only for a moment.

***

My name is called out, as I slip on my heels and gaze to the mirror. My eyes wandering over the Red dress that is fitted—forced into place as I get ready with reluctance. It's been -  a day since my wedding, a day since I was forced into it. It's about time I escape, my thoughts curate as I finish the look with a matching shade of lipstick. My husbands   The bastards eyes,  gaze to mine through the mirror as he watches with a disdained look. My gaze drifts back to my lips as I purposely reapply the one colour he hates to see me in. To bad he hates it, because now I've got to do  it out of spite.
By the time I'm done his gone, leaving me once more to my own thoughts. My phone pings with a notification, grabbing my attention I scroll through every one of them till one captures my eyes.

Christine:      Going to the party tonight?
                          ....

Vendetta:  Yeah I'm forced, see you there.

                                 
I get seated into the awaiting car, my husbands the fuckers bastardised face glued to the window. My eyes watch his every move, in curiosity.....and pity.

I let out a sigh, as the car begins to drive and I play with my fingers, my eyes shift every now and then to the window, my mind pondering over what tonight's event may be.

"Powerful men and women will be there, I want you to be on your best behaviour and don't embarrass me."

The bastards words play through as I get lost into even deeper thought's.....Of all the chaos I can cause.

I tip my head to the side suppressing a smile and as I look up, my eyes meet the grand mansion, tonight's venue.